looking through people is like a frosty window.
you get the idea of there minds contents but never the clear picture.
I love windows, especially ones covered with my desired season.
id I ever get lost or something I'll probs be by the window, most likely autumn time when the days darken and mornings awaken with delicate vibrancy.
still searching for someone to understand, or even better, to understand me.
but not my features like my hair and my larger nose or my aggravated complexion, more like my feelings, my core, my reasons of why and how.
